Adia Costas (
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know.
Adia is sitting at a computer terminal in the Plaza with a pint of cookie dough ice cream and a carton of boxed wine, watching cute animal videos online and occasionally wiping at her red-rimmed eyes with the back of her hand.
It's every bad break-up cliché, but Adia does not care. After recently experiencing the (second) worst day of life, she needs a break. And unfortunately, the only place she can get that is the Nexus.
She clicks on a thumbnail of a hamster eating a tiny burrito and takes a swig of wine while it loads. "How do you get over someone," she asks the Nexus unhappily, "When they've clearly gotten over you?"
It's every bad break-up cliché, but Adia does not care. After recently experiencing the (second) worst day of life, she needs a break. And unfortunately, the only place she can get that is the Nexus.
She clicks on a thumbnail of a hamster eating a tiny burrito and takes a swig of wine while it loads. "How do you get over someone," she asks the Nexus unhappily, "When they've clearly gotten over you?"
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"There's a shooting range over yonder," she suggests, jerking her chin in its general direction. "I can loan you my bazookoid for a bit if you like. As for alcohol, I can get you something so much better than two buck Chuck. Heartbreak deserves at least tequila."
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This is a lot to take in.
Ice cream of the most caloric kind, recent tears, booze, mindless television.
Shark hangs at the perimeter of things at first, summing up the situation, fingers steepled in front of his lips in deep consideration. Weighing the facts, his options, his words. He knows exactly what's going on here and he's gotta be slick.
"...Okay," he finally starts, walking over to be in view as well as earshot of the distraught human now. "I know things got weird between us last time we hung out. And I'm pretty confident we can talk this over. But you gotta promise you're not gonna cry on me and ruin the suit." Have you ever tried to wipe snot out of a black virgin wool suit? It's bad.
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She's glad, at least, that he's willing to talk to her after the Valentine's Day disaster, so she sighs and nods, wiping her eyes (tears, NOT snot, gross) with her sleeve. "I won't mess up your suit. Promise."
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"...I know I'm a great catch." There, nothing like confidence to get the ball rolling. "And I know that you know that last time was a fucked-up fluke involving a tree slank with poison candy. But I get that that doesn't make the rejection that any less real or painful, okay. I get it. So if you wanna, like..." He rolls his hands around one another, a gesture of forward motion. "Hash this out and keep being pals after it's done, I'm cool. I'm so down for that."
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TREE SKANK got me to hoot
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"You let it hurt," she offers softly as she approaches. "You grieve, and then you simply... don't."
Maybe it's not great advice, but it's how she's handled her heartache in the past.
She offers a small, sympathetic smile to go along with suggestion before she continues. "The pain will end eventually, or at least become bearable. And by then, you'll have have something else to give your attention to so the pain won't be noticeable at all."
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That's something that she needed to hear.
"I thought I was all done grieving before," she says with a heavy sigh that speaks volumes. "It's... I took a chance and tried to reconnect with someone who I once thought was out of my life for good." She looks down at the pint of ice cream in her hands. "It didn't go well."
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"There's no reason you should feel bad about grieving over something like that. A pain like that is one that can, and likely will, last a lifetime. Losing someone and then finding them again like that?" She shakes her head, frowning softly. "I can only imagine how horrible that must feel."
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Harrowheart only has to catch sight of this emotional equivalent of the sinking of Atlantis before he strides on over and crouches down beside Adia so that the two are roughly on the same level. He rests his wrists on his knees and his magically floating hands grip the handles of his runeaxes hanging at his hips.
"Adia, babe, what happened? Did someone cheat on you? 'Cause if they did, you gotta maul their lover – then them. I'll do it for ya, if you don't think you're brave enough?"
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It's comforting to see her new friend, at least, even if his advice makes her blink at him owlishly. "No... no, it..." She trails off. She doesn't know where to start explaining.
But Harrowheart is willing to lend a sympathetic ear, so she turns off the cute hamster video and takes another swig of boxed wine for courage. "There's a war where I'm from," she says softly. "A terrible one. Someone I cared about deeply was a sleeper agent for the enemy." She swallows hard and adds, "He... he killed himself, once he realized what he was. But his kind resurrects... downloads itself into a new body. I-- I was being interrogated in the detention center and he came and got me and led me out, b-but when I worked up the nerve to ask if it was him, he just..."
She pantomimes a shoving motion, then lets her hands drop into her lap. "Like I was nothing."
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"I... W-wow, Adia, that ain't what I expected to hear. But... I think I get it? Yeah, I think this makes sense to me. And I get why you're cryin', but... Shoot, I ain't tryin' to make hope spring eternal or nothin', but maybe you're cryin' for the wrong reason? Listen,"
He shifts position so that one of his arms is around Adia's shoulders. He pulls her in close, but not so close that he can't look her in the face to be sure she's at least partly following what he's about to say.
"I don't know anything about your world and your war, but... After I died, I resurrected too, right? And if anyone who loved me before had seen me then, they would'a thought I hated them too. Of course that was necromancy, and not tech...nology?" He isn't sure he understands, but he's only ever heard the word 'download' in technological terms. "But maybe it's the same deal? Maybe it ain't that he hates you, hun?"
He pats her arm and jostles her to keep her in the conversation. "Maybe he really didn't know it was you? Maybe he just ain't got his memories right now? ... Is that better or worse?"
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>B[ !
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Reynard stops to just… stare at Adia. Granted he'll be an uglier sight in a few weeks, but it's a shock to the system to see Adia this way. Part of him is intrigued and pleased at the emotions so clearly befitting his Season. That doesn't stop him from wanting to comfort her, however.
He vanishes, only to reappear, approaching with a gift. "You've got a good head start, but Adia…" He tilts his head disapprovingly. "Boxed wine?" Tutting, he sets a bottle on her table. "Indulge and do it properly."
Ice starts to curl and rise, forming legs and then a chair. The chair's formation is slow and jerky, a forceful creation. Reynard takes his seat, mostly so that he can lean in, lower his voice and look her in the eye. "Would you like to go for a walk and a talk?"
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"It's all I could afford," she murmurs, before minding her manners. "Thank you." The ice cream, at least, is premium quality. Nice big chunks of cookie dough in there. She takes another bite while Reynard makes his ice chair. This would normally bring a smile of wonder to her face, but the wine and her mood have dulled her ability to take pleasure in anything.
She looks Reynard in the eyes and nods numbly. Something like gratitude appears on her face. "Okay."
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"Let's go somewhere a little quieter, shall we?" He suggests with slow, gentle words once she's up. For her consideration he faces her, one hand resting over his heart, and asks, "May I teleport us somewhere?"
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He drops the buckets of paint on the ground, and a glob of neon green paint finds itself on the floor by his feet. And without much care, Vaclav walks right in it as he goes to see his friend. "And that is a lot of ice cream to be eating, well unless you like to freeze your brain!"
And he goes to grab himself a seat, and he flops himself down in it. "So how's things with you?"
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"Hi, Vaclav," she says quietly. She looks like she's been crying. The harmless hamster video playing on her screen couldn't possibly be the culprit, could it? "I'm... not great." She swallows and wipes at her eyes. "Things back home have not been great."
She pushes the pint of ice cream towards him. "You can have some if you want. I'm full." Hope he doesn't mind sharing a spoon.
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"Soooo what is happening back home?" He glances over towards the computer. "And I bet there isn't a hamster invasion." Vaclav tries to use a little humor, but somehow he suspects now is not the time for a cheerful Vaclav. "Wait. It is bad. I never saw you this upset before."
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He's an owl today, so he finds somewhere near her to perch. "I don't think I can answer that one," he says simply. "Not something I've ever had to deal with."
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It's not a loud voice, and the young man standing behind the terminal doesn't offer her any forced cheerful smiles. If there's one thing Josh is good at, it's taking care of others. He's sat through this exact same break down with his sisters. And at least half of his friends. So what does the big brother of the group do?
He walks around to her side of the desk with a plastic shopping bag in one arm and takes a seat in the empty chair next to her.
"..Want to talk about it?"
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She decides to start at the beginning and work her way forward. "I think I told you there's a war on my world, right? Humans verses sentient robots. I knew one of those robots once, before the war started. He looked human so I didn't know... he was my best friend." She blushes a little. "More than that. But then the war started and... I saw him die. I thought he was gone."
Absently, she pushes the pint of ice cream towards him and the boxed wine, in case he'd like any.
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[text for now?]
True story: he's probably been listening to her conversations here and there. Such an evil person.
He lacks any sort of courage to message her, not after the last time they spoke. In the reverse case, he can't ignore what's happened to her, as the situation is making his blood boil. He wants to know who hurt her in order to get revenge, but asking Adia those sort of questions will only make things worse.
It takes him an hour to even come up with a message, let alone to create an anonymous account to tie it together.
Plaza District locale. Best cafe in Multiverse.
One can only guess what that means...
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She's clicking open another cute animal video (red pandas this time), when she catches sight of the text. She has to squint a little to read it, and although she blames it on her drunkenness, she can't tell who it's from.
It should make her nervous. When have anonymous texts ever led to something good? But, as previously mentioned, she's drunk. Her usual heightened state of anxiety is dulled.
hello? she types, backspacing a couple times to correct her typos. who is this?
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